Painless...Stainless...Emotionless...

Day two...

I woke up in my bed, sweating...

Quickly, I got up and rushed to my bathroom, staring into my mirror...

All I could see was that emotionless face...I wanted to feel something...

I am sick of this! I want to go home!

The walls around me started to get close, I felt my lungs collapse...

Grabbing a knife, I stared gouging out my own eyes...

The scraping noise was unbearable. 

Stabbing and stabbing, twisting, it fell out...it was not as round as I though.

I allowed a pool of blood to drip down my cheek. I occupied myself with the other eye. 

Now, they're both out. 

Sitting myself down, I allowed the drowsiness to take over my body while I collapse to the ground.